5 Minutes

Opportunities don't come easily, 

They don't fall from the sky, 

You have to seek it mercifully, 

Sometimes you may even have to cry.

Life is not always bright and breezy, 

Time flies no matter where we look, 

At times it's sane to be crazy, 

But at times it's not pivotal to follow the book.

Our path is written even before we were born, 

It is up to us to paint the colours, 

We could aim high and we could be worn, 

But you don't rate your success just by looking at the dollars.

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Out of Le Mans

Since June 1st, my life has totally changed. My routine is not so routine anymore. I no longer take micro shots at life with my Canon instead, I'm taking micro shots of ME. I resolved to sticking to this new life routine for at least 3 years - or until I developed the capacity for extreme lethargy, whichever comes first - before taking someone to take it off of my hands. And that is a big IF I have the moolah. I do not even use my camera phone to snap still life that no matter how uninteresting the object is, I would however, manage to make it full of colours. My days are filled with coffee before work and milk at night with a magazine or book in my hands. Only at this moment that I decided to pen down my next blog.

Every morning I tool around the suburb with a four-seater powered by switchgrass and medidation (I wish!). There were 24 of us in the department currently undergoing training and another 20 plus in another department. Eventhough I am still in a classroom environment filled with computers, cables, mahagony tables, fellow colleagues, and a trainer, I need to see the whole picture with fresh eyes. It's no longer a mundane task with one-sided communication. It's a job that requires much input and related output. And I'm thinking what do I need to ask when the trainer pauses for air. It's a difficult task for the brain, eyes, ears and other sound sensory system and nerves when a listener is a slow-learner, like ME.

With lots of new things going on, I still have ample time at night. The dream of giving back to the society to protect the poor from genocide and from the ruthless from ethnic violence, it might come true. Am such a sluggish humanitarian? At least, I'm thinking of becoming one some day. What about helping Sri Lanka where the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam is one of the world's cruelest terrorist groups and has often deployed child soldier and suicide bombers? (I'm thinkin of Jeff Dunham's Achmed at this moment.)

Or what about joining the space team to take the skies in 2014 floating at zero gravity in the Atlantis space shuttle? I certainly can't oblige to Sheldon's mode of preparation in The Big Bang Theory.

Oh! I learned something. This line would summarise it up, " Sometimes, it's what you don't say that hurts."

What about the recession? Under the new enforced policy in New York City, working families that live in the public shelter will have to turn over a portion of the earnings, in some cases as much as 50%, to cover cost. About 2000 of the 9000 families living in homeless shelter will be affected as the city grapples with a major budget crunch.

Now with so many things in mind and constructive opinions to offer, I just hope I do not need to reboot my core system everytime it went blue screen.

Cheers.

Le Mans

I feel like I'm one of those race track drivers zooming every morning and evening on the freeway. It is tiring at times when irresponssible drivers just cut in, in front of you without even signaling. Everything is so new to me, but I am getting the hang of it. Living in an alien place, Seri Kembangan, with alien housemates while working in another alien place, Cyberjaya, is oh-so-challenging. Every little itsy-bitsy thing, however mundane, is totally on my own. Waking up at 6.45am every morning and leave the house by 8am to get through another day only to reach home by 6.30pm is by far, the most interesting and exhilarating life I have ever live in. I feel like I'm one of those talk-about working adults going about their working life. Well, it is my TIME anyway. 

What is more saddening is that I have to leave my best friend, Anna, all alone in Malacca. It is not easy getting used to living the life around strangers. Getting to know new people is a whole new cycle of life. Without even saying a word, you are already being judged by the way you dress, walk, and other non-verbal signs. It just gets more interesting and shocking when you open your mouth to speak. Well, depends on whether the prior judgment is what as expected as after the mingling process. With loads of names to remember, plus a little more added information such as graduate universities and hometowns, I chose to only remember those who appear subtle yet interesting with a room left for the unexpected. So guys and girls, wow me. =)

I do not know when I will go back to Malacca to see my beloved and dearest and closest friend. But I hope it will happen very soon.

Cheers.

P/S: No pictures for now. Sorry for any delays caused. My rented place has no internet connection currently. Sigh..